Our Ugly Mugs

Chris Colt

Acoustic Guitar, Vocals

Chris is, like all Mercantillers, a dreamer. After a long day of translating charts and hoisting the sail and cajoling the crew, he likes to pause and observe the sun as it collides into the fumes of the horizzon. He likes when the slow mo explosion reaps a fiery glow and he can slowly ponder in the glow the coming of the night. He recalls his days as Ahab's cabin boy, those days when Ahab had a lighter heart, a tender heart. He sips his brew in the dark as the ship plays seesaw with the waves and composes sonnets to the one whose love he cherishes. It's not long before he picks up the guitar and starts to sing to the moon be it full or be it but a sliver, and now and then he sees a fish jump, now and then he sees a bird soar, or a shark cruise or a whale roll over on its belly .





	Chris Colt Acoustic Guitar, Vocals Chris is, like all Mercantillers, a dreamer. After a long day of translating charts and hoisting the sail and cajoling the crew, he likes to pause and observe the sun as it collides into the fumes of the horizzon. He likes when the slow mo explosion reaps a fiery glow and he can slowly ponder in the glow the coming of the night. He recalls his days as Ahab's cabin boy, those days when Ahab had a lighter heart, a tender heart. He sips his brew in the dark as the ship plays seesaw with the waves and composes sonnets to the one whose love he cherishes. It's not long before he picks up the guitar and starts to sing to the moon be it full or be it but a sliver, and now and then he sees a fish jump, now and then he sees a bird soar, or a shark cruise or a whale roll over on its belly .